Post by licorice on Jul 8, 2012 21:24:09 GMT -6
||| MICROBURST |||
#Name; Microburst
#Age Group ; Stallion
#Gender ; Male
#Species; Pegasi
#Cutie Mark ; Dark gray thunderhead (Basically, this)
#Occupation ; Weatherpony - Specializes in windstorms
#Powers and Abilities ; Micro has always has an innate skill with wind and thunderstorms above and beyond that of the average pegasus. He's known for being so intense about his stormmaking that he occasionally sends an accidental blast of wind straight down (Similar to the weather event he takes his name from.) He's also very strong, thanks to his overcompensating for his size.
#Physique ; Very tiny but well-built
#Mane and fur color and style ; Orange and yellow pinto with a red spiky mane and red semi-poofy tail.
#Eye color ; Blue
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Micro has a small red goatee that he's actually quite proud of. His ears are also a little banged up - he won't tell you why, but some ponies will say that it's from too many not-quite-near-misses with hail and lightning.
#A more thorough description;The first thing that most ponies notice about Microburst is his incredibly tiny build. He's very nearly colt-sized - okay, not really, but he's small enough that most of the other pegasi give him flack for it. He's self conscious about his small size, and because of this, Micro has overcompensated by working out - he is, arguably, one of the strongest pegasi in Cloudsdale. His wings are large and shaped more for power than speed or maneuverability, and he has a habit of flaring them out and rising onto his back hooves when angered.
Micro's coloration is not terribly unique, but it seems to fit anyways. The bright orange and yellow serves as a warning sign to ponies approaching him to be wary of his prickly personality. His mane is red and styled in a forward-pointing spiked style, with part of it hanging down his back. His tail is curly - as his mane hair would be, if he didn't spend so much time working with it - and as such, is poofy and kind of ratty. Micro also sports a small goatee with much pride.
His eyes stand out sharply against the warm colors of his fur and mane. They’re a bright, sky blue and often half-squinted in anger or frustration, along with folded-back ears. Speaking of ears, Micro’s are kind of shabby - the top portion of them, the part that sticks above the top of his head, are almost completely gone. Rumor has it that this is from his penchant for rough weather - hail and flying debris aren’t exactly forgiving to extremities, especially ones as delicate as ears.
#Personality ;
Micro initially comes across as loud and angry. He’s frustrated by a lot - ponies who don’t follow rules, ponies who don’t do their jobs, ponies - and tends to take this out by yelling, ranting, and generally trying to boss around everyone else around him. All this anger was caused mostly by his own self-consciousness - his absolute terror that he is being judged for his size. Instead of realizing that almost no one cares that he’s short, he assumes that they’re already laughing at him and reacts with aggression
Once his initial yelling-fit is over, though, Micro is actually a pretty decent pony - if easily frustrated and very defensive. He tends to snap without meaning it, resulting in sore feelings for both parties, and can be very brash even with young foals. He’s not rude, so to speak - his manners are at least somewhat okay - but he doesn’t understand how his attitude affects conversation and the atmosphere around him, and he doesn’t understand how to think before he speaks.
He’s also cocky - Micro is very confident in his flying skills despite his size and loves to talk about flight with anyone who will listen; his skills at stormmaking and flight are the only things he feels he has to be proud about and so he’ll seize quickly upon any opportunity to discuss them. His competitive nature won’t let him back down from a challenge, either, so when his talent in these departments is questioned, he’s quick to argue.
Micro also enjoys travel, but he’s terrified of going new places and experiencing new things (where he might be teased!) so he tends to stay around places he knows and places that he’s forced to go to for his job.
#History ;
Microburst was born a normal-sized foal to normal-sized parents. He loved his parents ‘til their dying days, and they loved him back - his childhood was placid and stable, spent frolicking among the puffy white clouds of Cloudsdale.
Until he started school, that is, where it became apparent that Micro was small. Very, very small - and that foals could be downright nasty. He spent his time in school being teased relentlessly by his peers for his small size. Nothing he did could make it stop - his teachers didn’t seem to care, the principal didn’t believe it was happening, even (trying to) beat one of them up didn’t make it stop. Day in and day out, the playground rang with their cries: “You’re young for walking, aren’t you?” “Micro-face!” “Shorty!” “Freak!”
Slowly, their insults wormed their way into his mind until, one morning, Microburst simply snapped. He nearly knocked the whole group down with the force of his rage, screaming in their faces, stomping his hooves and insulting everything from their parents to their hair follicles. They never insulted him directly again, but a new set of rumors began to circulate - Micro was angry, Micro was crazy, Micro once bit poor old Mrs. Cake.
This time he ignored them - but the childhood taunting had taught him that the best way to cope with teasing - and everyone was teasing him, out loud or otherwise - was through anger. He used rage as a kind of emotional wall to defend himself from the others the best he could.
As he was attending school, Micro began to hang out at the weather plant. None of the other foals hung out there - it was considered an “adult place” and most parents warned their children that it was too dangerous to play around. Micro never got that talking-to, though, so he spent his time playing around the cloud-producing area. One day as he was playing, a gigantic storm cloud got out of hand and began to drift away, wreaking havoc as it went and sending the entire factory into a panic.
Micro, at that awkward stage between colt and stallion, decided to chase the storm himself, despite not having any experience with such things. He caught up with it before the plant workers did and dove through to the center, trying to figure out how to turn the storm around and bring it back to the plant. Nothing he tried was working - until, in a fit of desperation, he gave his wings a single powerful weather-magic’d downstroke - and flattened a nearly perfect circle of Everfree Forest, while blasting the storm back the way it came at the same time.
The workers at the plant were quick to congratulate him, and just as quick to point out his cutie mark. Micro was ecstatic. The next day he was hired at the plant and trained as a storm specialist, and to this day he still works with foul weather, with a particular interest in wind- and thunderstorms.
Micro currently lives in Cloudsdale and rarely leaves the city except for work, because he’s terrified of being teased.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Jill
#Age ; 18
#Gender ; Female
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#Sample RP ;
“Sir! There appears to be some hydraulic turbulence ahead! I’d suggest we move three-point-oh-five degrees to the west and hit it at an angle!”
The wind screamed in Micro’s ears, churning the mass of nearly-black clouds around him. The electricity within the mess was making his tail poof up even more, and all his fur was on end - this was one doozy of a storm him and his group were dealing with. And now this. Micro’s ears went back and he snapped his head around to glare at his subordinate.
“We will plow through,” he corrected, his voice terse. The other pegasus swallowed and looked nervously ahead, but Micro cut him off. “We will plow through, and you are either going to help us, or go home.”
The pegasus nodded sharply and vanished into the maelstrom. Micro winged back around, herding together the small globs of highly charged cloud. His wingtip brushed one and he jerked away, stung by the sudden electric zap. The small pegasus had been placed in charge of a small portion of a yet-larger group and given a simple order: Get this storm where it belongs - in this case, a short but intense thunderstorm was due to slam into the back side of the Everfree Forest in about ten minutes.
And they were late. Micro cursed under his breath, adjusting his flight in the storm, and suddenly realized that it had gone almost deathly quiet.
“Stri-iiiiike!” screeched a voice from somewhere else in the storm, and Micro shot upwards, through the top of the cloud, folded up his wings - and dropped like a stone. He slammed into the top of the cloud so hard that he actually bounced back up quite a ways and hit it a second time. He laid there for a minute, mildly stunned, before popping up to his feet and shaking himself. That was the second major lightning bolt of the storm, which meant they must be getting close.
Micro turned slightly, looking back through the storm at the other clouds, trying to see who else had been assigned to this mess. He thought he recognized some of the other ponies standing atop the clouds, but he wasn’t sure. Micro took a step closer to look-- And the entire front end of his cloud buckled and then seemed to be thrown upwards, knocking Micro flat onto his face as cries of “Turbulence!” echoed across the top of the storm.